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I saw you wobbling on the chair and thought you might need a hand. Looked like you were about to take quite the tumble. And yet, here you stand.”

      He had a Southern drawl and he’d called her ma’am. Yee-haw. “I appreciate the backup.”

      “I’m the one who called to see if Doc Redmond could squeeze me in for this.” His right shirtsleeve was rolled up, a nasty-looking gash visible. He situated the cloth he was holding to fully cover the wound. “I’m Hunter McDermott. My family’s ranch edges your brother-in-law’s.”

      She introduced herself, and dimples sprouted in his cheeks.

      “The famous Lucy Grayson. Do you really think anyone in this town doesn’t know who you are?”

      At least one person hadn’t.

      “Sooo...” He stretched the word out. “I suppose you saw a bit of Rachel back in Colorado.” Hunter’s gaze flitted away before meeting hers again. “How’s she doing?”

      Oh. Now Lucy knew the lay of the land. Wonder if Rachel Maddox knew she’d left behind one interested cowboy in Texas when she’d headed to Colorado for college.

      “Rachel’s great. Busy with classes and off-season volleyball training. And not dating anyone that I know of.”

      Interest flashed on his face before he cleared his throat. “That’s good, then. I mean, not that she’s not dating anyone. Just that she’s doing well. I—”

      Hunter shrugged and shook his head, and Lucy’s amusement and pity for the guy doubled. He grabbed the chart she’d dropped—amazingly the contents had stayed anchored inside—and handed it to her. “Here you go.”

      “Thanks.” Lucy stepped toward the desk to set the file down and stumbled over her forgotten boots on the floor. Though she didn’t exactly need it, Hunter reached out, grabbing her arms to steady her. They shared an amused grin.

      “I’ll let Dr. Redmond know you’re here.”

      “No need.” Graham spoke from behind Lucy, his curt tone zinging along her spine. “Come on back, Hunter.”

      Hunter nodded at Lucy, then stepped around to the front of the reception desk.

      “I’ll meet you in exam room two.”

      At that, the cowboy disappeared down the hallway, leaving Lucy with a disgruntled Graham.

      Uh-oh. Why did he look so upset? Was it something she’d done? She could just imagine the long list of complaints Graham could have against her. After all, she’d literally been thrown into the job this morning with very little training. Lucy hadn’t been taught much more than how to deal with the phone and a quick lesson on the appointment scheduling system. Had she mis-scheduled an appointment? Lost a chart? Offended a patient?

      She didn’t know the answer. She only knew by the tension tugging on Graham’s mouth and the crease cutting through his forehead that whatever he had to say couldn’t be good.

      And Lucy really, really preferred good.

      * * *

      Graham didn’t usually have to count to ten when dealing with Mattie, but Lucy Grayson might be harder for him to handle than his five-year-old daughter.

      He couldn’t shake the sight of Hunter and Lucy standing so close when he’d walked into the front office. What had they been doing? There had to be a good explanation for why they’d been tangled up together. For why Hunter had been behind the receptionist desk in the first place.

      Had to be.

      “What were you just doing?” Though he attempted to keep calm, his voice dripped with irritation. And then, instead of giving her time to answer, the rest of his thoughts spilled out without permission. “I walked down the hall to find you practically in a patient’s arms, and a young man at that. How do you think that looks? What kind of reputation do you think that gives the office?”

      Her mouth opened but no words came out.

      Didn’t she have anything to say to defend herself? And why did she look upset with him?

      A glance over his shoulder told him Hunter was in the exam room, door closed. Waiting. Graham couldn’t deal with Lucy right now. His patient needed sutures and that came first.

      He faced her again. “I need to help Hunter.” Plus, he needed to finish this appointment in time to grab Mattie from school so she didn’t have to ride the bus. He knew she didn’t like it, though she rarely complained. His daughter seemed to think it was her job to take care of him instead of his job to protect her.

      “But I—” Lucy had finally found her voice. “I wasn’t—”

      “We’ll talk about this later.”

      Without letting her finish, Graham turned and walked down the hall. Exasperation snaked under his collar, mixed with a faint touch of guilt for being so short with Lucy. He paused outside the door to exam room two, loosening the knot of his tie. Somehow, he needed to get his mind out of the fog that had descended on him this morning.

      For being a Tuesday, today definitely felt like a Monday.

      Nothing was going according to plan. First, he’d wanted a qualified person to fill in for Hollie. Instead, he’d got Lucy. He’d known after their conversation Sunday night that Lucy didn’t have any experience working in a medical office. Her résumé sounded like an audition for a Broadway show. Yet he’d been desperate. And he knew she was, too. That, coupled with the pressure from Olivia, had prompted him to give working with Lucy a shot.

      No pun intended.

      The morning had been crazy busy, and Graham hadn’t really had time to observe Lucy. Except for the time he’d found her dancing in her chair, their close encounter by the charts...and then finding her and Hunter behind the desk together.

      The unprofessional nature of what he’d seen grated. Graham had the niggling sense that he was missing some piece of the puzzle with Lucy. When he’d questioned her about previous employment on Sunday night, Lucy had been vague. She’d mentioned working at a dance school back in Colorado. Until...what? She hadn’t really said why she’d left. Only something about a “difference of opinion” with the owners of the studio. Now he wondered if there was more to the story. Had she been unprofessional there? What had gone on between them?

      It was obviously something he needed to figure out. Along with whether he’d made a bad choice in hiring her. Did he need to let her go already?

      The thought came with an underlying sense of relief.

      Why?

      Graham didn’t want to go anywhere near the answer to that question, because if he did, he’d have to analyze the fact that Lucy Grayson flustered him. She was...young. Flighty. And entirely too beautiful for her own good.

      If Brooke were still alive, she’d never be okay with someone like Lucy working in his front office. Graham wouldn’t be, either. But Brooke was gone. And Graham should be able to have a receptionist without thinking of her as anything but that.

      Only, seeing Lucy in Hunter’s arms...something had sparked in Graham that he hadn’t expected. A sense of jealousy. Where had it come from? He didn’t know. Nor did he want to explore it.

      Lucy might be a good fill-in for Hollie on maternity leave, or she might not. The jury on that was still out. But as for any attraction Graham felt for the young woman?

      That, he knew his answer to. He’d already had the love of his life. Dating, marriage, love...those things weren’t for him. Which meant attraction to his off-limits receptionist wasn’t an option.

       Chapter Three

      Lucy pushed out the doors of the medical office and screamed up at the mocking bright blue sky. Oh, my. Her heartbeats settled

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